bathymetric: (R3 Mods)
Unknown Seas Mods / NPCs ([personal profile] bathymetric) wrote in [community profile] unknownseas2022-06-12 09:33 pm
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Week 1

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

There may not be much light to differentiate the days here, but the lights of the part of the city you're in change enough by the clock that you can almost believe there's a sun somewhere. It looks like Mayor Fontaine has no intention of going back on his deal, and for the time being? You're all stuck here. But there's plenty to do, and... maybe not plenty to see, but there's enough. There's something, at any rate.

Especially if you're willing to look beyond the surface.

And if you spend enough time around others, you might find something neat!

No matter what, it's time to start getting to know your fellow captives. You might be here a while.




MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY


[ ooc: Welcome to the first week of Unknown Seas Round 3! We're very excited to have you. Please make sure to mark any investigation toplevels accordingly, and you can reach either Mayor Fontaine or Eleanor for conversations! ]
fuckingguy: (though i feel bad)

[personal profile] fuckingguy 2022-06-21 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something about Nandor's voice, when he speaks, sounds almost sincere. Weird! ]

Are you saying you are remembering things?
bootyhunter: (i know the numbers are fucked)

i just know the next tag is gonna be clownery

[personal profile] bootyhunter 2022-06-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[That one syllable is more eloquent than most of the things he's said up until this very moment.]

Too much.
fuckingguy: (pic#15310262)

[personal profile] fuckingguy 2022-06-21 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ You know how sometimes he'll dumb Dracula voice the hell out of an "oh" so it, like, lilts in the most unnatural way possible? How else does one describe that intonation... this is as good as it's gonna get, smh, words fail me. ]

Well, that has certainly not happened to me. [ Which is kind of an admission that other things have happened to him since he showed up here, but kind of not! Also, you need more brain cells than both of these guys combined to pick up on the implications. ] Yet.

[ In an inverted way, he can almost understand. Eternal life means an endless parade of experiences to be cataloged in your brain, then gradually eroded to nothing under the weight of centuries. The name of your favorite wife, the faces of your parents, the feeling of sunlight on your skin: nothing is too precious to lose entirely. You keep only the impression that the memories meant something, and the knowledge that they are gone. You forget even to grieve their loss. ]
bootyhunter: (99)

[personal profile] bootyhunter 2022-06-21 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yet?

[His lips move before he can think to speak, parting and curving to form the shapes of the words. Dandy's voice sounds dry, however. Dry and barely there at all.

Dandy, if he were to strike a pick below the proverbial iceberg of his own consciousness, would find that he understands Nandor's plight rather well. Only he has no parents and no siblings, nor did he ever have a wife. But what he does have, and what he's always had, is himself.

A Dandy guy in space.

Which used to be enough.
]

So you think it's gonna?

[When you break it down like that, it's no wonder he's constantly lusting after the unattainable. The tangible nature of banal carnality is the easiest way to feel connection, viscerally, and be reminded of that he's alive.]

Has it happened to you before?
fuckingguy: (pic#15733494)

[personal profile] fuckingguy 2022-06-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Defensively, he wrenches himself from the self-pity vortex. ]

No, I do not think it is "gonna." It takes a long time to really forget stuff! I am just saying... there is something going on.
bootyhunter: (117)

[personal profile] bootyhunter 2022-06-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[There is.

Dandy has always known to some extent, despite his tendency to be obtuse, that something isn't "quite right" about himself. He's rephrased and repackaged that euphemism on multiple occasions, putting it beneath his need to eat, to sleep, and to acquire enough damn money to do both of those things... While also oogling the ladies.

Every time he's walked down that path in his mind, he's found himself at the same juncture, exclaiming some variation of the same sentiment.

"Who cares, baby."
]

It doesn't usually take me a long time to forget. What I had for breakfast? Gonezo! The weird color that the stop signs are on Mars? No freakin' clue!

I remember what I wanna remember.

What's important. Like who I am and who I-

[Love.

His friends, and...

Well. No one in particular at present. Nobody in his immediate vicinity, anyway.
]

Want around me.

It doesn't work like that for you? You've been alive forever.

[Or so Nandor's profile says.

See, Dandy does remember- It's just that most of the time he doesn't want to. And, well... There's usually all that cosmic interference.
]